I made this poem pool as a place to record all my poems. Status: Not so sure how I want to format this.. but in the end, I am not too fussed... Tho, I'd really like to do some of @BlancFrost 's poem challenges maybe with a pool, I will feel more of an urge to do it. But first I am gonna have to locate and post all the poems I wrote on nuf across all my accounts. Table of contents I don't think I will ever write enough to warrant it tho. Poem Pools Check out the other poem pools for more variety of poems. Pyoo Siostar Blanc
Poem Posted all over (In no particular order) Spoiler: Poems Love Lost The road on high Spiral Dragon's Feast Waxing poetics La danse macabre Hard to describe Goodbye The game
Poems From Theme Challenges Spoiler: Poems Glossophobia - Theme: Fear Fabulist Dilemma - Theme: Freedom Thaw - Theme: Distance
Spoiler: Love Lost Love Lost Yes my heart is wounded but time marched on unheeded No more will I see her face or feel her warm embrace Could I find words of comfort in books and tales of yore Would it add a feather's weight of effort in forgetting the one that's no more
Spoiler: The road on high The road on high I think myself mature, I think myself refined But of enemies I would encounter I have fleeting thoughts of torture I'd salivate at the thought like new game that had been caught I'd wish to give sway to these demons and listen to their flimsy reasons But always I am laced with fear of what atrocities I now dared Do I not walk the road on high on its difficult harsh incline? Do not I walk upon this line where monsters on it's side would dine? I dare not sink a single inch lower nor sway from the dull dead center how quick would my mind unravel in crimes of unspeakable evil.
Spoiler: Spiral Spiral What errors so erroneous What horror so horrendous That I, a simple poet would draw such wretched resentments Is it my work, my words of echoes, that marks me a disgrace to Apollo? Is it my lack of lyrical abilities, that offends your acute sensibilities? Say not my untimely rhymes for they are surely an abominable crime. Say not my chosen verses for they sound as though they were curses.
Spoiler: Dragon's Feast Dragon's Feast Yesterday, I met a dragon in my garden With a wicked grin words were spoken Will I devour your heart or your dreams? Will I drain your blood or your will? Will I feast on your flesh or your desires? So hastily my chosen were spoken That is to live with my body unbroken A life without grandeur I will see A life with only submissions I will speak. A life of banality I will seek. Little did I know of severity the value of my humanity I choose to live with my health, my body but my soul be dead and empty
Spoiler: Wax Poetics Waxing poetics Often I feel pedantic like some weathered age old relic I seem to have some fixation to words and their distinctions Whenever I am called pretty I find it leagues away from beauty to speak only of my appearance I must steady my fragile temperance
Spoiler: La danse macabre La danse macabre The moon shines like a silver plate and again I waltz in death's embrace On nights, on days, these endless dates I dance to life's order and pace Do I move with beauty and grace leaving a memory of I in every place Or will I be forgotten leaving not a trace not one memory in the human race Please tell me I'm in time with this tempo the divine song in life's sacred temple Am I dancing well to her sonata? Each step I wonder, my danse macabre...
Spoiler: Hard to describe Hard to describe Tell me of love, he asked Tell me what makes love so divine Tell me in rhythm or in rhyme like a poet's dream sublime Do words, do style, do tempered fragile lines What letters, what pros should I rely to give love a fitting meaning like an animal caught in bindings butchered and cleaned for packing No, in words I can not tell you its beauty I can not show you But one thing I can assure you Its absence will indeed haunt you
Spoiler: Goodbye Goodbye can you hear an echo, a faint eerie crackle as the sun retreated from vine to vine in the woods that they call divine for five fifteen miles I had ridden from devils and demons I had hidden, to the place where the dead reside just once more to say goodbye The witch's words were simple “Don't be blinded by your sorrows stay clear of dark and shadows so you may live to see the morrow” “If you find he who holds your heart speak quickly and then depart unburden yourself of the past else you'd linger forever in the dark” When I saw his ghost standing in a small woodland clearing I felt joy in my heart humming this long forgotten feeling our words had been so promptly spoken. but grieve, not so simply lessened If only time was slowed or frozen, our link could remain unbroken. As the last light was dying the woods was no longer for the living but the hole in my soul was bleeding How can I choose to continue living Do I get on my horse and ride? leave my love behind? or drown in darkness' tides and never said the words goodbye..
Background: This was from a PM convo when I was playing mafia on nuf. It was a valentine day special event. I wrote this after I met my ally @LifeFrog who was quickly killed and then discovered that @Tony and @iampsyx are allies and each had overwhelming special powers... If I remember correctly... Spoiler: The Game The game What is cold like stone, made of victims bone, is my enemy's mighty throne. It stands so tall, above it all, makes me feel small to the very core. I had a friend, she was struck down dead, even though we had just met. Beyond this phase will be another day, “an endless chase.” Is what they'll say If I survive this very night I will count it not as divine delight, but more endless days of much dismay, wishing an end to this painful play.